Cliff and I made the four-hour trip (one way) to his Kansas brother's place today, to pick up some freebie lights for the shop. Don has a friend named Pat who helps him a lot; he's raising his grandson, and the kid is bound to grow up to be a mechanic, being raised in a shop and all.
I can't tell you the baby's name (it was a very unusual one, and started with "La"); I don't know his age, although I'd guess he's about eighteen months old. But I did get some cute pictures of the little stranger.
He loves tractors.
Here's what happens when you take the little grease-monkey off a tractor.
Here's the desperate look he gets on his face when somebody leaves him behind in the pickup.
Like most males, it doesn't take a lot to make him happy.
And he loves to make new friends.